Post by Lady Liselle on Feb 4, 2008 1:38:56 GMT
About The Girl
Name: Lou
Age: 25
How to contact you: PM / AIM
Role playing experience: about 7 years or so.
Other Characters on this Site: None yet. Holding out for a canon. ^_^
About The Character
Name: Lady Liselle Bassen of Doncaster.
Nickname: Accustomed to being addressed as ‘My Lady’ by most and ‘Liselle’ by a very select few.
Age: 23.
Country: England.
Position: Only daughter of the Duke of Doncaster.
Job: Noblewoman.
Eye Color: A muted green.
Hair Color: Honey-blonde.
Height: 5’7.
General Appearance: Liselle is, if only in appearances, everything a lady ought to be. She is petite with golden blonde hair and intelligent green eyes with a small upturned nose that at once seems to make her look very snobbish and very prim. Her lips can adapt to any situation from a haughty pout to a winning smile, and when employed by the latter her cheeks dimple prettily. Add to her arsenal long lashes that she bats with ease to get her own way and alabaster skin she will go to any length to protect and she is quite the picture of contrived elegance.
She generally attempts to present herself with an air of understated grace and breeding, going to great lengths to ensure her ankles are covered but her swan-like neck and the gentle swelling of her snowy bosom are displayed to full advantage. Liselle takes great pains in dressing herself in colors which she thinks suit her nature and coloring, and will work on her hair until her arms ache if no lady maids can be spared for the task. Ever the actress, Liselle knows that first impressions are everything and will ensure that she generally makes a good one.
Likes:
+ Getting her own way
+ Being told how beautiful she is
+ Being attended by suitable bachelors
+ Riding
+ Embroidery
+ Intrigues
+ Gossip
+ Manipulating situations to suit her
Dislikes:
- Stupid girls
- Stupid men
- People who disregard her rank, title and importance
- People who fail to notice how pretty she is
- Being unclean
- being out of doors for extended periods of time
Personality: Despite the fact that she is apparently a lady, Liselle is absolutely vile. She supports the Prince and Sheriff entirely and believes that peasants and serfs are chattel to be traded, sold or culled as their owners decide. She is an intelligent girl but never openly schemes in order to protect herself, and she enjoys the intrigue and influence that living within the castle afford her. She is vain, conceited and self-effacing, and will stop at nothing to get what she wants out of life, which is a suitable husband that she can run into the ground until he dies and leaves her his title and assets.
With a mind that runs like a well-oiled cog and a tongue that is often held in check only by the sense of propriety instilled in her by her very particular parents, Liselle often feels that she is surrounded by a lot of inferior people and she tends to find the atmosphere in Nottingham stifling for the most part. She enjoys the company of like-minded souls, however (mainly the nobles who are loyal to the Sheriff) and rarely ventures into situations where her intelligence or integrity could be insulted or compromised.
Family:
Horatio (Father, the Duke of Doncaster. )
Catherine (Mother, the Duchess of Doncaster.)
Robert ( Older Brother.)
Background: Liselle had always been the type of girl to get what she wanted. She learned to manipulate her father as early as possible, and was taught the tricks of the trade by her equally vicious mother. Whether it was lace trim for her gowns, jewels, horseflesh or anything else that her heart desired, her dimpled smile and pretty green eyes soon worked their charms to see that she got it. While her father was often away on matters of state her mother and she would present at Court in London, where they both hoped suitors would press for Liselle’s hand. Of the few who seemed interested however there were hardly any who seemed suitable, and so it was that Liselle was entrusted to family in Nottingham; her mother’s sister and her husband. As her mother had married considerably high for her own meager claims of nobility her sister and her husband thought it best for Liselle to be accommodated at the castle, and so she is.
During the various squabbles and skirmishes that have broken out in the township and even the castle itself, Liselle manages to find a nice quite place (usually the Chapel, when it is unoccupied) to lay low. She is not above admiring the brute strength wielded by those who would see Robin Hood in a shallow forest grave without a headstone, but there is also much to be said for keeping a level head on one’s shoulders and waiting for an opportune moment, per se.
Anything else: Liselle knows she must (and is exceptionally determined to) marry well as her brother is to inherit her father’s title and lands.
Face Claim: Megan Dodds.
RP Sample:
“How could a man who had eyes to see not notice you, my dear?” Liselle asked with artful innocence, as though she were so many years older (and therefore wiser) than Alice herself. She laid her napkin in her lap, her eyes trained intently on the dark figure of Sir Guy eating at the opposite end of the table before she seemingly caught herself and looked away, back to the task at hand: Alice. There was nothing like good gossip in Liselle’s mind, and she intended to find out everything there was to know about the seemingly shy young lady currently in her company while she had inclination and opportunity to do so. When she was told that love was something to be hoped for in addition to sense and situation, a wicked giggle bubbled from the blonde woman’s throat.
“Love? Come, Alice – You cannot be serious! Love is something written about in gaudy, vulgar novels to tempt young women into cheating themselves out of titles and favor by marrying beneath them.” She cocked her head to one side thoughtfully, taking up her fork in one delicate hand as she was presented with her plate and her friend was presented with hers. “Surely you cannot be so very naive as to think that love is the paramount ingredient to a good marriage? Men,” she counseled her dearly confused friend, “Are fickle creatures for all their profession of steadfastness. They will womanize. They will gamble. And in my mind the absence of love is small recompense to pay in lieu of a comfortable home and a disease-free marriage bed.” She smirked into her cup as she sipped the honey-water that she always took with her breakfast.
Luckily, the women’s hushed tones had not attracted the attention of Sir Guy. Liselle had no wish for him to hear her speaking so candidly! She allowed her gaze to linger on him for another moment before inclining her chin and beginning to take small bites of her breakfast. “Sir Guy would make any woman a wonderful husband,” she added, confirming Alice’s thoughts that she had, indeed, been speaking of the brooding man. “Look at him. He has position, title, lands, wealth. He is more than able to provide for the woman he chooses to take as Lady Gisbourne. And,” the Lady Liselle added with insinuated wickedness, “He is not at all unpleasant to look at. Is the certain someone who occupies your thoughts so readily accomplished?” she asked Alice slyly.
Password: good day to die
Name: Lou
Age: 25
How to contact you: PM / AIM
Role playing experience: about 7 years or so.
Other Characters on this Site: None yet. Holding out for a canon. ^_^
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Lady Liselle Bassen of Doncaster
Lady Liselle Bassen of Doncaster
About The Character
Name: Lady Liselle Bassen of Doncaster.
Nickname: Accustomed to being addressed as ‘My Lady’ by most and ‘Liselle’ by a very select few.
Age: 23.
Country: England.
Position: Only daughter of the Duke of Doncaster.
Job: Noblewoman.
Eye Color: A muted green.
Hair Color: Honey-blonde.
Height: 5’7.
General Appearance: Liselle is, if only in appearances, everything a lady ought to be. She is petite with golden blonde hair and intelligent green eyes with a small upturned nose that at once seems to make her look very snobbish and very prim. Her lips can adapt to any situation from a haughty pout to a winning smile, and when employed by the latter her cheeks dimple prettily. Add to her arsenal long lashes that she bats with ease to get her own way and alabaster skin she will go to any length to protect and she is quite the picture of contrived elegance.
She generally attempts to present herself with an air of understated grace and breeding, going to great lengths to ensure her ankles are covered but her swan-like neck and the gentle swelling of her snowy bosom are displayed to full advantage. Liselle takes great pains in dressing herself in colors which she thinks suit her nature and coloring, and will work on her hair until her arms ache if no lady maids can be spared for the task. Ever the actress, Liselle knows that first impressions are everything and will ensure that she generally makes a good one.
Likes:
+ Getting her own way
+ Being told how beautiful she is
+ Being attended by suitable bachelors
+ Riding
+ Embroidery
+ Intrigues
+ Gossip
+ Manipulating situations to suit her
Dislikes:
- Stupid girls
- Stupid men
- People who disregard her rank, title and importance
- People who fail to notice how pretty she is
- Being unclean
- being out of doors for extended periods of time
Personality: Despite the fact that she is apparently a lady, Liselle is absolutely vile. She supports the Prince and Sheriff entirely and believes that peasants and serfs are chattel to be traded, sold or culled as their owners decide. She is an intelligent girl but never openly schemes in order to protect herself, and she enjoys the intrigue and influence that living within the castle afford her. She is vain, conceited and self-effacing, and will stop at nothing to get what she wants out of life, which is a suitable husband that she can run into the ground until he dies and leaves her his title and assets.
With a mind that runs like a well-oiled cog and a tongue that is often held in check only by the sense of propriety instilled in her by her very particular parents, Liselle often feels that she is surrounded by a lot of inferior people and she tends to find the atmosphere in Nottingham stifling for the most part. She enjoys the company of like-minded souls, however (mainly the nobles who are loyal to the Sheriff) and rarely ventures into situations where her intelligence or integrity could be insulted or compromised.
Family:
Horatio (Father, the Duke of Doncaster. )
Catherine (Mother, the Duchess of Doncaster.)
Robert ( Older Brother.)
Background: Liselle had always been the type of girl to get what she wanted. She learned to manipulate her father as early as possible, and was taught the tricks of the trade by her equally vicious mother. Whether it was lace trim for her gowns, jewels, horseflesh or anything else that her heart desired, her dimpled smile and pretty green eyes soon worked their charms to see that she got it. While her father was often away on matters of state her mother and she would present at Court in London, where they both hoped suitors would press for Liselle’s hand. Of the few who seemed interested however there were hardly any who seemed suitable, and so it was that Liselle was entrusted to family in Nottingham; her mother’s sister and her husband. As her mother had married considerably high for her own meager claims of nobility her sister and her husband thought it best for Liselle to be accommodated at the castle, and so she is.
During the various squabbles and skirmishes that have broken out in the township and even the castle itself, Liselle manages to find a nice quite place (usually the Chapel, when it is unoccupied) to lay low. She is not above admiring the brute strength wielded by those who would see Robin Hood in a shallow forest grave without a headstone, but there is also much to be said for keeping a level head on one’s shoulders and waiting for an opportune moment, per se.
Anything else: Liselle knows she must (and is exceptionally determined to) marry well as her brother is to inherit her father’s title and lands.
Face Claim: Megan Dodds.
RP Sample:
“How could a man who had eyes to see not notice you, my dear?” Liselle asked with artful innocence, as though she were so many years older (and therefore wiser) than Alice herself. She laid her napkin in her lap, her eyes trained intently on the dark figure of Sir Guy eating at the opposite end of the table before she seemingly caught herself and looked away, back to the task at hand: Alice. There was nothing like good gossip in Liselle’s mind, and she intended to find out everything there was to know about the seemingly shy young lady currently in her company while she had inclination and opportunity to do so. When she was told that love was something to be hoped for in addition to sense and situation, a wicked giggle bubbled from the blonde woman’s throat.
“Love? Come, Alice – You cannot be serious! Love is something written about in gaudy, vulgar novels to tempt young women into cheating themselves out of titles and favor by marrying beneath them.” She cocked her head to one side thoughtfully, taking up her fork in one delicate hand as she was presented with her plate and her friend was presented with hers. “Surely you cannot be so very naive as to think that love is the paramount ingredient to a good marriage? Men,” she counseled her dearly confused friend, “Are fickle creatures for all their profession of steadfastness. They will womanize. They will gamble. And in my mind the absence of love is small recompense to pay in lieu of a comfortable home and a disease-free marriage bed.” She smirked into her cup as she sipped the honey-water that she always took with her breakfast.
Luckily, the women’s hushed tones had not attracted the attention of Sir Guy. Liselle had no wish for him to hear her speaking so candidly! She allowed her gaze to linger on him for another moment before inclining her chin and beginning to take small bites of her breakfast. “Sir Guy would make any woman a wonderful husband,” she added, confirming Alice’s thoughts that she had, indeed, been speaking of the brooding man. “Look at him. He has position, title, lands, wealth. He is more than able to provide for the woman he chooses to take as Lady Gisbourne. And,” the Lady Liselle added with insinuated wickedness, “He is not at all unpleasant to look at. Is the certain someone who occupies your thoughts so readily accomplished?” she asked Alice slyly.
Password: good day to die
